Thinking.
Being trapped.
Within my own messed up mind.
Trying to find a way out of it all.
Only to come to a brick wall.
That in the end.
Leads me right back to the begining.
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i was talking to my friend about how i have been.
Submitted:Jun 16, 2010 Reads: 37 Comments: 2 Likes: 2
Thinking.
Being trapped.
Within my own messed up mind.
Trying to find a way out of it all.
Only to come to a brick wall.
That in the end.
Leads me right back to the begining.
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